Character Information, so that it's easier for you.

Piper Halliwell- Molecular Inhibition, Molecular Combustion, Phasing.
Leo Wyatt- Orbing, Healing, Sensing, Glamour.
Prudence Melinda Halliwell- Orbed Telekinesis, Astral Projection, Orbing, Sensing, Partial Healing, Glamour.
Perry Andrew Halliwell- Molecular Inhibition, Molecular Combustion.

Phoebe Halliwell- Premonitions, Levitation, Empathy, Electro-Mental Ignitions.
Pandora Adelie Ayres- Premonitions, Shimmering, Fireballs.
Everett James Halliwell- Telepathy, Thermal Balls.
Paris Noelle Halliwell- Deflection, Cloning.

Paige Halliwell- Orbed Telekinesis, Astral Projection, Orbing, Sensing, Partial Healing, Glamour.
Peyton Matthew Halliwell- Force Field Generation, Invisibility, Cloaking, Orbing

Wicked Game
Summary: AU. When Cole is back in town and after the sisters again, Phoebe is forced to reveal a secret that she never meant to keep.

Chapter One: The Demon's Back in Town.

The skies were painted with dark clouds that carried heavy rain, drums of thunder, and shows of lightning. A storm was coming, a strong one, possibly the strongest one that San Francisco had seen all summer. Phoebe Halliwell tightened the coat around her torso, her long, curly brown hair flapping wildly in the wind.

She watched the skies. Something about them made her uneasy- a feeling in the pit of her stomach that didn't come with anything good. But she ignored it as the sound of a car door shutting caught her attention. Phoebe watched as her eighteen year-old daughter climbed out of her car and began the ascent of the stairs leading up to the Halliwell Manor.

Eighteen years ago, Phoebe had miraculously given birth to twins, Paris and Everett. They were both a spitting image of their mother- dark brown hair, mocha eyes, silk skin. They were her everything when the world gave her nothing.

Jason left her shortly after their birth, not being able to cope with the thought of having witches as children. Phoebe couldn't say that she was at all surprised. He had left her once because of her heritage and she never doubted that he wouldn't do it again. But she didn't become depressed over the loss of a guy that couldn't support her kids just because of who they were. Instead, she became stronger.

Paris smiled when she saw her mother- the two Halliwell witches shared the same smile, even. Everett had inherited Jason's jaw line, however, and whenever he smiled, she felt like she was twenty years younger.

"It's going to storm soon," Paris said, giving her mother a hug. "We better get inside."

Paris followed her mother into the Manor, where the sweet scent of dinner was wafting through the many rooms. She immediately saw her Uncle Leo heading towards the kitchen; he was a typical man, Whitelighter or not. She smiled to herself and took her coat off, hanging it on the rack behind the door.

"Where's your brother?" Phoebe asked.

"He called and said he's running late at work. They've been keeping him overtime lately."

Everett, like his mother, had taken an interest in journalism. While majoring in journalism, he had taken over Phoebe's column when she had retired- and he was only eighteen.

"I'll tell Piper. She'll be furious if someone doesn't show up on time and she doesn't know." Phoebe gave her daughter a warm smile before heading towards the kitchen.

- - - -

"You can't hurt me," the young witch said, obvious fear in his voice. He stumbled against the brick wall of the old building, the building which the gang of warlocks had driven him to.

"Obviously, we can," the leader of the warlocks growled. There were five in all, and though they all had their unique details, each of them had a red tear-drop shaped marking at the corner of their left eye. "If we couldn't hurt you, then you wouldn't be running."

The witch smirked and suddenly went invisible.

"Nice trick, witch," one of the warlocks snarled. "But not good enough." The warlock rose his hand and a red light surrounded it. The witch became invisible again.

Realizing he was visible again, the witch's eyes shifted to the warlocks. "What'd you do?"

"It's called power absorption. A neat little trick I learned from a witch not too long before we found you."

"Paige!"

The warlocks all smirked as a bright blue light illuminated the small alley way. Paige, now in her late forties and with graying brown hair, materialized beside the witch. She looked at the warlocks and then to her charge. "Kristian, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he said. "They absorbed my power."

Paige turned to the warlocks. "Why didn't you kill him?"

The leader chuckled. "Shouldn't you be glad we didn't kill your precious charge?"

The Charmed One crossed her arms over her chest and said, "I've been in this business long enough to know that five warlocks against one witch with a passive power is a little overkill. Now, see, when you don't kill him right away with the powers I know you've got, it leads me to believe you've got something else up your sleeve. Now, don't hate me if I'm correct…"

Paige's sentence was cut short as a demon shimmered in; Paige gasped. Standing in front of her was the tall, dark, handsome, and evil demon that she had hoped she'd never seen again. Without saying anything, she sliced the air with her hand and yelled "Cole!"

In a flurry of orbs, the demon once known as Belthazar was thrown into the warlocks. He stood up slowly and dusted himself off.

"Now is that anyway to treat your ex-brother-in-law?" he said with a smirk.

Paige waved her hand towards Kristian and he orbed away. "You said you'd never show your face here again. You promised Phoebe."

"I'm a demon, Paige. Do you really think I'd keep my promise?" He drew his right arm back and opened his hand, summoning an energy ball. He threw one towards Paige and several in succession.

"Energy balls!" Paige yelled. In orbs, the energy balls flew towards the warlocks and vanquished them. She sliced the air again and Cole went flying backwards, again accompanied with orbs.

Cole stood up and grunted. "You've come a long way with your powers, I see."

"Oh, you have no idea." A cluster of orbs surrounded Paige and she astral projected behind Cole. She rose her hand and sent him flying again, but this time, she returned to her body and did the same, so he went flying with twice the force. "This is a warning to you and all of your demon friends," she said, hatred embedded in her voice. "If you come near my sisters or our children, we will vanquish you. And no one's holding back anymore." With that, she disappeared.

"That's right, Paige. No one's holding back."

- - - -

"What are we having for supper?"

Piper jumped as the voice pierced the silence of the kitchen. She turned around, her hands extended and palms open, ready to freeze or blow up- whichever came first. She caught her breath when her daughter came to view, with a smirk on her face and her hands on her hips.

"Prudence Melinda! I told you not to orb when my back is turned!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Mel answered. Her golden brown hair was pulled back into a tight pony tail and her green eyes were those of her fathers. At nineteen, Mel was the oldest of the new Halliwell generation- one of the reasons for naming her after her late aunt and her great grandmother.

She leaned back on the counter, her elbows resting on it. "So, what are we having for supper?"

"Roast beef, your father's favorite." Piper went to the sink and began washing her hands.

"I thought lasagna was dad's favorite."

Piper sighed. "He's a man, most food is his favorite."

Mel and Piper laughed and switched their gazes to the incoming bright lights filling the room. Paige and her son, Peyton, materialized. Peyton was the result of the marriage of Paige and her long-time flame, Glenn. He had Paige's light complexion but Glenn's dark hair and dark eyes. He was only sixteen, but he looked at least two years his senior.

"Hey sis," Paige said, smiling.

"What is it?" Piper replied sternly, planting her hands on her hips.

"What?"

"You're flustered. And you're smiling like you're drunk. Something's wrong."

"She's right, Paige. You have that 'I-have-something-to-tell-you-but-I'm-not-gonna' look that you get," Mel chimed.

"Oh come on, girls, don't you think after twenty odd years of fighting demons, I'd tell you if one attacked or not?" Paige retorted defensively.

"No," Piper said quickly. "And who said anything about demons?"

Paige smiled thinly. "If I tell you, you have got to promise not to tell Phoebe. This is big, and if she knows about this… well, it won't be good." Piper nodded. "Cole's back."

"Uncle Cole?" Peyton asked curiously.

"He was never your uncle," Piper snapped. Her face contorted into an angry mask, which wasn't unexpected when the subject of Cole was brought up. "We'll work on a vanquishing potion tomorrow. Nothing is ruining the family dinner."

"No need to, sis. I told him to stay away."

"Do you think that's actually going to work, Paige? How many times did he say that and came back? I would think by now, you'd know not to trust a demon."

"I was just giving him the benefit of the doubt."

"Since when did you give COLE the benefit of anything!" Piper shouted. A pot of vegetables on the stove exploded when she said the word Cole and Mel and Peyton jumped. Piper put her hand on her forehead and looked at the decimated pot. "We'll deal with this tomorrow. Mel, Peyton, do not tell this to anyone. Not even your cousins. Got it?"

"Yeah," the cousins said in unison.

"Okay, let's get this damned supper started."

- - - -

Phoebe hurried to the door after the third knock had been given. She opened it and a wide smile spread over her face. Billie was now in her late forties, but she kept the same blonde hair and blue eyes. As she approached thirty, she met a male witch named Atley, and they got married. Three years later, they had Ryleigh.

"Phoebe, it's good to see you." Billie wrapped her arms around Phoebe and hugged her. Atley followed her in, carrying the raven-haired Ryleigh. His smile was to die for- no one could deny that- and he had shaggy black hair with dark eyes- and Ryleigh had been gifted two gorgeous parents, as she was the most beautiful little witch in the world.

"It's been months," Atley said, shooting one of his all-famous smiles.

Piper, Leo, Mel, Paige, Peyton, and Paris entered the foyer. They all smiled and greeted Billie and her family.

"Where are Perry and Everett?" Billie asked.

"Everett's still at work," Piper replied. "Perry is…"

- - - -

He flicked his wrists, his palms open, but the outcome wasn't what he had hoped for. Instead of blowing up, the warlock was blasted in the chest with an explosion and he stumbled backward. Perry flicked his wrists again and again, as the warlocks tried to advance, but each time, they grew stronger against his power.

"Mel! Get up here, quick!" he called from the attic. He flicked his wrists again and this time, the warlocks froze.

A flurry of orbs announced Mel's arrival. "What, what is it?" she asked. Perry pointed towards the six frozen warlocks. "Oh! Oh! Warlock!" With a slice of her hand, Mel sent the warlock closest to them flying.

The warlock slammed into the attic wall, hard, and slumped to the ground with a grunt. He opened his hand and conjured an energy ball, throwing it at the male witch.. Perry flashed his palms and it froze before it hit him.

The warlocks began to move- which meant that they were fighting and winning against Perry's power. "Mel, get us out of here!" Perry yelled. Mel took her brother's hand and orbed out. The energy ball he had frozen unfroze and hit the wall behind them.

- - - -

Mel and Perry materialized downstairs, where Piper and the rest of the family were waiting impatiently. Perry instantly fell on the bottom step of the stairs, exhausted from trying to blow up the warlocks with no success. He put his hands on either side of his head and tried to catch his breath. "Warlocks, six of them. Tear drop-shaped marking at the corner of their left eyes. Could be some kind of clan or brotherhood."

"There's six of them and eleven of us. They don't stand a chance," Billie said, putting her hands on her hips and looking at the sisters.

Phoebe sighed. "No, warlocks are usually smarter than to attack a family full of witches while they're all together. And if they are stupid enough to attack a house full of witches, then they'd be down here already."

"It's a trap," Paris said.

"Maybe. They might just be setting something up," Phoebe replied.

"They're still up there," Paige said, sensing for them.

Piper said, "Paige, Billie, astral project into the attic. See if you can't scare them away."

"I'll go too," Paris said. "My clone can't be hurt by powers."

Billie's and then Paige's head slumped forward and they astral projected out of their bodies, into the attic. Paris summoned her clone with them.

Phoebe was right, the warlocks were planning something. When Billie, Paige, and Paris appeared in the attic, they had all unfrozen and were turned towards the attic door, waiting for them. The center one- the one Mel had attacked earlier- had a smug look on his face.

"So you found us out," he said, smiling again. "Oh well. Doesn't matter- we've done what we were supposed to do. This is just us having fun."

"Since when do warlocks have fun?" Billie snapped. She snapped her fingers and the leader flew backwards, similar to what had happened to him when Mel had attacked, but with more force.

Another warlock sliced the air with his arm and sent a telekinetic blast toward the trio; Paris held up her hand and a small blue shield appeared over her palms. She deflected the attack back towards the warlocks, and three of them went flying backwards.

"Warlocks!" Paige yelled. The two standing warlocks were caught up in orbs and thrown backwards.

The main warlock stood up and dusted himself off, an angry mask covering his face where once he had a smug smile. "He'll be back, just so you know. Cole doesn't respond well to threats."

Paris's mouth dropped open. "Cole?"

The warlocks blinked out of the attic. Simultaneously, a clasp of thunder sounded and a heavy downpour started.